Twilight's Flash Fiction / Relatos cortos crepusculares

The Inner Sea But her falling occurred slowly, as if a fluid denser than air occupied the space of that well, making her falling very smooth. Finally she dived into the water, or what she believed could be water, because, surprisingly, she could breathe in that unknown environment. She swam up to the surface and could see an enormous calm liquid surface and in the distance a grotto through which the light penetrated. Two huge warriors, dressed in what she thought were armor, were waiting for her at the exit of that inland sea. Their faces were hidden by metal masks. They gestured to her to come closer. She was afraid, but had no other choice except close up to the output.   El mar interior Pero su caída se producía lentamente, como si un fluido más denso que el aire ocupara el espacio de aquel pozo haciendo que su caída fuera muy suave. Finalmente se zambulló    en el agua, o lo que ella creía que podía ser agua, porque, sorprendentemente, podía respirar en aque...

The New Scenario (1) January 2022: as a consequence of the global pandemic declared at the end of 2019, the countries of the European Union have decided to dissolve it due to the ineffectiveness of their institutions. Africa, the continent hardest hit by the pandemic, has lost more than half of its population. After the worst humanitarian catastrophe in its history, the United States has given up world leadership because of the unstoppable force of China. Russia has managed to rehabilitate the ghost of the former Union of Soviet Socialist Republics. Following the impressive evolution of electronic money during this short period of time, the new financial system has undermined the old order. The money as we knew it until now has disappeared and transactions worldwide are carried out with cryptocurrencies. Wealth has changed hands. The richest are citizens residing in the countries least affected by the pandemic. The price of food products has multiplied by two hundred in the e...

The New Island Surprised, she got up to flee from the proximity of those birds that looked at her strangely and caused her a certain dislike. With her clothes ragged and numb, she tried to find a glimpse of buildings or signs that the island was inhabited. Nothing she could see from there allowed her any hope. She walked slowly away from the beach towards a small forest. She had always dreamed of the creatures that populate the forest, ever since her mother told her about their existence. With a certain suspicion, she approached that magical place and the branches of those enormous trees interwoven a cloak that hardly let sunlight pass. She went into the thicket and when she could barely see the entrance to the forest as a small luminous spark, she felt fear. Not for long, because as she advanced in the middle of that gloom, her feet gave way and she began to fall and fall ... La isla nueva Sorprendida, se levantó para huir de la proximidad de aquellas aves que la miraban extra...

Lunia Lunia had been born in a small village in the fjords. Her father was a military leader, and because of the bravery and courage he showed at the Battle of Hafsrfjord, King Harald (the one with the fair hair), in recognition of his heroic courage, appointed him Jarl of the Shetlands. Lunia had to do a turbulent journey from Lindisfarne to Fair Island. During the voyage, the intense rain, the enormous waves that hit the ship and the violent treatment to which her father subjected her, weakened her health and her spirits.  So much so that, the first night on the ship, after her father raped her, Lunia surprised him from behind and killed him. Her first impulse was to explain to the crew what had happened, but frightened by what she had done and thinking about the reaction of those fierce warriors, she threw herself into the sea. Without knowing how, the waves threw her to a beach and the closed night did not allow her to distinguish the details surrounded her. Exhausted, she fell...

Spikes I am crossing a field of spikes, and not to be left alone, the full moon is with me. Without haste, my steps lead me to the huge era where the harvests sleep. The heat is suffocating, but the spell of the moment is revealed in each look, in each exhalation, and it is only fleetingly, when the heat liquefies out of the pores of the skin, to forget about me again. The moment becomes infinite, loaded with evidence of the miracle, of the unfathomable. The era takes over the center of the universe, and the harvests are the innumerable stars of the secret that covers the nakedness of my solitude. Espigas Voy atravesando un campo de espigas, y por no dejarme solo, la luna llena me acompaña. Sin prisa, mis pasos me conducen a la enorme era donde duermen las mieses. El calor es sofocante, pero el embrujo del momento se revela en cada mirada, en cada exhalación, y no es sino fugazmente, cuando el calor se licua saliendo por los poros de la piel, para volver a olvidarse de mí. ...

Wake up (2) This connection between the two universes gave me a special position, since I could perceive both realities, one of them non-existent for everyone. Between the thousands of eyes, two sapphires of immense blue attracted my attention. His sweet expression calmed me and at the same time made me feel safe. Some of them stopped looking at me to direct their eyes to the sapphire eyes. However, they slowly drifted away, and the other eyes followed, leaving a thick black void around me. Suddenly, I remembered the phrase of my imminent funeral and of the impossibility of communicating to those people that I was alive. The shock of remembering suddenly made those thousands of eyes reappear. It is as if everyone is waiting for some kind of outcome. Then I heard the same phrase: - The funeral will be tomorrow. The corpse must be prepared. And it occurred to me to think that I had gone ahead in time, and that when I heard that voice the first time it was about having lived a...

Wake up (1) At the time of my death, thousands of eyes were watching me closely. And when I decided to go back to life, those eyes were perplexed, as if they wanted to tell me that they didn't understand my decision. Upon returning, I remember that my first sensation was that of touch. I could feel the sheet covering me. Next the cold of the surface on which he was. I assumed it was glass. However, no muscle in my body obeyed my orders. After a few moments, I heard someone say: “The funeral will be tomorrow. The corpse must be prepared.” Those thousands of eyes kept looking at me, now with an interrogating gesture. They expected a reaction from me to that phrase. They also watched my skin. My body had started to break down and after my decision to return, the cells started working again, and my cerulean skin took on a new shade of pink.   Despertar (1) En el momento de mi muerte, miles de ojos me miraban atentamente. Y cuando decidí retroceder a la vida, aquellos ojos s...